by dollwithafrown Jul 4, 2008
category :
Love, romance /
lasting love
You take my hand first. You wrap your long fingers round my knuckles. It feels like lace, silky and smooth against my fragile skin. I look at you, and you're looking down. Outside. The wind is blowing roughly against our frames, but I don't feel scared. Threatened. There's nothing to be afraid of, because I have you here with me. |
by BREEawNUHH
-- Before I begin, I feel inclined to tell you that I, personally, am not a big fan of Prose. I used to take a class where I was supposed to write things like this, but I always sucked at them. Haha. Okay, to the piece; |